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While I was holding Aunty’s arm, sometimes I touched her boobs. I reached her bedroom by holding her hand and placed her on the bed. She was feeling so much pain near her ankle and lower legs.Me: Aunty, I think you need some massage to feel relief.Aunty: ya, I think so.Me: can I give you a massage??Aunty: yes, please.Me: where is a balm or some oil??Aunty: balm is on that tableI took the balm & asked her.Me: where is the pain??Aunty was showing her lower leg and said, “here”. I applied balm & gave a gentle smooth massage. Aunty felt so relaxed.Aunty: feeling some relief now.Aunty: can you massage my both legs, fully.Me: sure aunty.I lifted her nighty till her lower waist and gave her a massage. She felt so horny.Aunty: can you give me a whole body massage, please??Me: sure auntyAunty: please give me a dry massage.Me: Aunty what about your nighty.Aunty: Remove whatever you want.I lifted her nighty and removed it. Then, I threw that away. She was lying on her stomach, I massaged her. "Fuck you, dude," I sulked. "Jesus Christ, that hurt like a bitch!" I cradled my mandible in my hand, forefinger putting pressure on my wounded labium.Jack went in to an all-out hysteria. His powerful, bass voice engrossed the penthouse as he heaved in amusement. Though my expression was still locked in pout, I couldn't help but to find his joviality refreshing and warm… not to mention sexy. I stared at him statically, absorbing his every twitch and gasp for breath. His widened mouth looked ever so appealing as his subtle fangs pointed out from his jaws, almost baiting me and reeling me toward them. Damn, what is it with this guy that turns me on so freaking much?! I swear, it's like everything he does is like having huge tits in my face!After a moment, Jack began to regain his composure, wiping his eyes and attempting to restore a normal rate of breathing. "You should have seen that from my perspective, K. It was priceless!" He winked at me. Again, my tool flexed.K? Who calls me K?.
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